Fanfiction Draco Malfoy Novels & Stories

Alfred was a bit taken aback by her confession as he wasn't expecting it but he tried not to show that he was affected despite his heart feeling hurt. Elaina added when he didn't reply, “Honestly, one of the reasons I agreed to do Xavier's bidding in the first place to seduce the beast was because I wanted to see you again, my childhood best friend. But as they say, one cannot decide who they fall in love with. I ended up giving my heart to Drake and I am completely smitten by him. That is the truth, I fell in love with the dragon and I want to be with him till I grow old and frail”

But reacting to it produced the specific delight in Draco's expression of a man who had discovered that doing something made people react and had decided the reaction was worth repeating, and so the estate had collectively and silently agreed that the correct response was to not give him the satisfaction. This was largely successful. Except for Mila, who could not help herself. She had a running tally in her notebook. I had seen it. She had titled it Draco's Affections, A Record and had been maintaining it with the rigorous documentary standards she brought to all her important projects. It had fourteen entries as of Thursday.

The forgotten memories of my childhood had become the catalyst for a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of my family and bring light to the darkness that had plagued us for far too long. But everything changed when I, Freya, married Rex, the prince of the dragon. The union between our two worlds was unprecedented, and it brought both hope and uncertainty into my life. As I looked at Rex sleeping peacefully beside me, his dragon form shimmering beneath his skin, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the love we shared. Rex had been my pillar of strength, helping me navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics and standing by my side when others doubted my worth. Toge

, exterminating us and bounding the rest of us to her creations she deemed strong enough to match us and control us. Putting a leash on creatures of freedom. The ultimate punishment." The spite in her tone made me wince. I had my opinions on the matter but I kept them to myself. "In binding us to these bodies, she decided that it was not enough. We needed something stronger to balance all that power and strength, lest we destroy ourselves and the bodies in our violence. She created bonds that linked souls to each other. Giving us partners of equal strength. Partners that could handle us and we could handle in return. Of course, that was where the wench got the idea of mates.

*smiles softly* "Yes, yes I do" "I'm glad you allowed yourself to love again" ***** What the f*ck does she mean I have to go to the mystical realm and join my so called `mate´ the same coward who send someone to kill a 3 years old little girl *Sight* "Sister" I turn around to find Draco "Draco what's wrong why aren't you sleeping?" "I could ask you the same thing" "I just had something on my mind" "me too" "come here" I made a gesture for him to come to the balcony with me

It was a curse that Draco had sought for himself and his descendants. Many years ago, Draco cheated on Sylvie and later abandoned her for another woman. However, when he found out that the woman he cheated on Sylvie for had taken part in a scandal that was targeting the Smith family, Draco decided to make a clean break with that woman and marry the daughter whom his family sought.

“It’s been years, Alfos, years of living the life I never imagined I’d live. I had to do it.” Alfos pursed his lips, staring at Draco. He remembered years back when he was all over his sister. Draco never fancied another female except his sister, and that led him to take that vow on her grave. The vow that he’d never love another. “It’s not just about wanting to know how it feels again, Dracolian,” Alfos walked around the desk until he stood beside Draco and rested a hand on his shoulder. “It’s about what you desire. You’re starting to feel something for this female, and it’s beginning to kill you.” “I am not feeling anything for her. Let’s not forget that I’ve a mate…” Draco tried to defend

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

Wilbur, Andriandita's father, always believed a lycan wasn't meant to have powers, and as a result, she hid her gift from him and everyone else save for Draco. Draco walked back to the tavern, mind clouded with worry. He had a mate. The gods had granted him another mate, but the problem was he didn't know who that was. "There's only one way to find out," Draco muttered under his breath, growling. TBC.